CRIMINAL RECORDS

CRIMINAL RECORDS

10 CELEBS WHO WERE SHOT DEAD

1. Marvin Gaye: By his father in 1984

2. Peter Tosh (of The Wailers) : By burglars in his house in 1987

3.Sam Cooke : By the manageress of a Los Angeles motel in 1964

4. Freddie Mills (British former World Light-Heavyweight Boxing Champion) :By persons unknown in 1965

5. James Jordan (father of basketball star Michael Jordan): in 1993 by Larry Demery and Andre Green who threw his body in a swamp.

6.John Lennon : Outside his New York home by Mark David Chapman in 1980

7. Dr Herman ‘Hi’ Tarnower (The author of the best-selling ‘Scarsdale Diet’) : By his lover Jean Harris in 1980

8. Sharon Tate (American film actress married to Roman Polanski) : Murdered-along with four other people-by members of Charles Manson’s ‘Family’ in 1969

9. Stanley Ketchel (American former world heavyweight boxing contender) : By Walter Kurtz, his rival for a girls affections, in 1910

10. Felix Pappalardi ( manager/pianist with Cream) : By his wife in 1983

One celebrity to survive a stabbing is Monica Seles. She was stabbed in the neck on 30 April 1993 in Hamburg by Gunther Parche who later explained that he had wanted to injure Seles because she was the top-ranking tennis player in the world, ahead of his idol, Steffi Graf.

(from a BAD Chinese translation, please enter any changes in the comment section. No harm was intended)

Monte Ralph Rissell

PLACE MURDERS: United States – Alexandria (Virginia)

KILLING TIME: 1976 – 1977

VICTIMS: 5, Women

He was the youngest of three children (he had an adopted brother and a sister, naturally) and was born with the ‘RH negative, so it was necessary to give him a complete blood transfusion, but he remained, throughout his childhood, smaller than his age. When he was 7, his parents divorced and his mother got custody of him. She then decided to go and live in another state and the small Mount wept for the duration of the trip because he wanted to stay with his father, but his mother did not allow him to contact his father again.
A year before (only 6 years), older siblings had started with alcohol and marijuana.

At age 9, was the first time Rissell exhibited antisocial behavior, writing obscenities on the walls of the school. Meanwhile, his mother had remarried and, often,  used to go with her new husband for long trips, completely uninterested in the children. Before leaving, she gave them the task of guarding each other and then, on her return,  if there was something out of order or broken,  They were punished and severely beaten, a task she left to her husband. The stepfather was in the army for a long time and, at home, had imposed a military discipline.

Also at 9 years, the small Mount vented the anger that had built up, by shooting a cousin with an air rifle, as punishment, the stepfather beat him with the gun and broke it, the force of the blows breaking the barrel right off. When he was 12 years old, his mother also then separated from her second husband, and she put the blame squarely on the shoulders of Mount, saying that he was the main cause of the failure of her marriage.
Shortly after, he committed the first of many criminal acts throughout his life: a robbery in an apartment.

In high school, he proved to be a guy with average intelligence, but was expelled because of his excessive absenteeism and the lack of progress in study. When he did go to school, he only occasionally took interest. He succeeded well in sports and, above all, he liked to play baseball. Often, going out, attending festivals and other events with his large group of friends of both sexes. He could be quite nice and, in groups, tended to be a leader than a follower..even romancing girls but then dropping them when the thrill of the chase had gone and bored the young lothario.
After a break, he was able to return and graduate (or not) from high school, meanwhile, he got engaged to a girl a year older than him but, once she went to college,  she wrote him a letter telling him that she preferred to associate with other boys. Rissell felt betrayed and began to hatch a rage ever stronger against the girl, sometimes he went to college where she studied and watched her as she went out with boys, he watched and his rage grew, then he simply just sat in his car, began to drink beer and smoke, staying motionless in the same position for hours.

The criminal career began early when Rissell Monte, 12 years, was charged with a burglary. At age 13, he was arrested for driving without a license. The following year he was arrested for rape, robbery and car theft in an apartment.
He was sent to a reformatory school, where he was subjected to a psychotherapeutic treatment, but three weeks after being released, was again arrested for attempted rape. Once again, received another psychotherapeutic treatment accompanied by psychiatric observation: the composite diagnosis was “adjustment reaction of adolescence”, accompanied by a character disorder without psychosis, and a multiple personality disorder. During adolescence, he had problems controlling his weight and was said to have been ‘obese’.

Before committing a series of murders, he was again responsible for a series of rapes, he committed his first rape at the age of 14 after breaking into the apartment of a female neighbour. There, for fear of being recognised he wore a mask, then using a knife, threatened and raped the women.

The murder victims were all women. Rissell, after a lifetime of mistreatment by his own mother came to hate females. Instead, gaining a thrill out of threatening them with a knife, kidnapping, restraining them with rope or handcuffs….raping and then ultimately killing them. As with alot of other serial killers, Rissell stole money and belongings from his victims to keep as souvenirs. He claimed to have stabbed his last victim 50-100 times.

Ralph Monte Rissell was sentenced to life for all five murders.

“[Talking about Monte Rissell] …and like Ed Kemper he was able to convince the psychiatrist he was making excellent progress while he was actually killing human beings. This is kind of a sick version of the old joke about how many psychiatrists it takes to change a light bulb. The answer being, just one, but only if the light bulb wants to change.”
― John E. Douglas, Mark OlshakerMindhunter: Inside the FBI’s Elite Serial Crime Unit

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Albert DeSalvo

Posted: February 4, 2007 in MURDER FOR SEX

THE BOSTON STRANGLER

Albert DeSalvo

(November 3, 1931November 25, 1973)

Albert DeSalvo was a serial killer active in Boston , Massachusetts, USA in the early 1960s.

Dubbed the Boston Strangler, DeSalvo confessed to the murders of 13 women in the Boston area.

Albert Henry DeSalvo was born on September 3, 1931. Albert and his five siblings were raised in an exceptionally violent household. Albert’s father was an alcoholic, a wife beater, and verbally abused Albert said that his father broke all of his mother’s fingers in front of him, and on other occasions he smashed a pipe into Albert’s back. When Albert turned eight his father abandoned his mother but she remarried. Albert grew into a sexually disturbed delinquent guilty of a plethora of petty crimes. He spent eight years in the army, stationed in Germany, where he met his wife, Irmgard Beck. Irmgard and Albert had two children together and he was known as a good family man, as well as a hard worker. Following an honorable discharge, Albert returned to America.

Murder

Between June 14, 1962 and January 4, 1964, thirteen single women in the Boston area were assaulted and strangled to death with an item of clothing. He was never charged for the murders because the police could not find enough evidence. All of the women were murdered in their apartments with no signs of forced entry; the women apparently voluntarily let him in their homes. Albert confessed to a series of sexual assaults committed by a man impersonating a model agency scout. He was sent to Westborough State Psychiatric Hospital and was diagnosed as a sociopath. On May 3, 1961, Albert was sentenced to two years for assault and battery and breaking and entering. His sentence was reduced and he was let out of jail in April 1962. On June 14, 1962, the first murder attributed to the Boston Strangler occurred. In September 1965, Albert confessed to the Boston Strangler murders plus two additional murders. DeSalvo was never put on trial for the Boston Strangler murders.

Albert DeSalvo flanked by two police officers

Albert DeSalvo was also known as the “Green Man” during the time he was “The Boston Strangler”. On November of 1964, DeSalvo, almost three years after he had been released from jail, he was arrested again. He was arrested for the Boston area Green Man rapes. On October, a newly married woman laid in bed just after her husband left for work. There suddenly was a man standing in the room that put a knife to her throat and said, “Not a sound or I’ll kill you.” He stuffed her underwear in her mouth and tied her in a spread eagle position to the bedpost with her clothes. He kissed her and fondled her, and then asked her how to get out of the apartment. He finally apologized and fled.


The police brought DeSalvo to the station so that the woman would be able to identify him in a line up. After he was arrested, DeSalvo was released on bail. There were calls from Connecticut where they were seeking a sexual assailant they called the Green Man, because he wore green pants. The police arrested him at home and arranged for the victims to identify him. The Green Man had assaulted four women in the same day in different towns in Connecticut. He admitted to breaking into four hundred apartments and a couple rapes. He had assaulted three hundred women in a four-state-area. He was sent to Bridgewater State Hospital for observation. In 1967 DeSalvo was convicted of the “Green Man” rapes and sentenced to a life in prison. DeSalvo was found stabbed though the heart in a prison infirmary in 1973.He wrote this poem a few years before his death.

Here is the story of the Strangler, yet untold,
The man who claims he murdered thirteen women,
young and old.
The elusive Strangler, there he goes,
Where his wanderlust sends him, no one knows
He struck within the light of day,
Leaving not one clue astray.
Young and old, their lips are sealed,
Their secret of death never revealed.
Even though he is sick in mind,
He’s much too clever for the police to find.
To reveal his secret will bring him fame,
But burden his family with unwanted shame.
Today he sits in a prison cell,
Deep inside only a secret he can tell.
People everywhere are still in doubt,
Is the Strangler in prison or roaming about?
-

Neville Heath

Posted: February 4, 2007 in MURDER FOR SEX

 
Neville Heath

An officer and a gentleman

‘The Lady Killer’ 

 

 
LONDON, England: In post-war London, Heath playacted suave army colonels and heroic air force captains to attract his prey. He had an easy charm and good looks that belied the twenty-nine-year-old sadist’s unquenchable lust for blood. He took his first victim, Margery Gardner, a married, self-styled masochist separated from her husband, to Notting Hill Gate hotel. She was suffocted, her flesh covered with blood oozing from strange, diamond-patterned whip marks. Her nipples had been bitten off, and her vagina torn and mutilated by the inseertion of some kind of blunt instrament, which apparently had been fiercely rotated. Her ankles were bound tightly together with a hankerchief. Curiously, her face had been washed or licked clean of blood, although congealed blood still clogged her nostrils. There was no evidence that sexual intercourse had taken place.
 
VICTIM: Film extra Margery Gardner liked the ‘bohemian’ life. At the Panama Club, she drank and danced her way to a dreadful death with debonair Heath
 
 
 The graphic horror of the discovery had post-war London in a panic. Scotland yard knew it had a depraved monster on the loose. It also didn’t take them long to link the name on the hotel register to Heath, already known to police as a man with a record – although never for anything violent. Obviously excited by his bloodthirsty initiation into murder, Heath did not wait long to strike again.
 
 In Bournemouth on Sunday, June 23, 1946, Group Captain Brooke aka. Heath, checked into the Tollard Royal Hotel. He talked up twenty-one-year-old Doreen Marshall who was recovering from influenza at a nearby hotel. Five days after Miss Marshall’s disappearance a group of swarming flies were noticed around a patch of undergrowth on a path near the hotel. On investigation, Miss Marshall’s body was dumped naked – except for a yellow left shoe – in a clump of rhododendron bushes. This time the pathetic corpse was blooily and sexually mutilated with a knife. Her clothing was casually draped over her body as if it had been tossed nonchalantly on top of her. Her empty handbag, found nearby, had been rifled for items of value.
VICTIM: Doreen Marshall, after savagely murdering Doreen, Heath returned to his hotel room by way of a fire escape and ladder as not to rouse the night porter
 





 

Like Gardner, her nipples were partially bitten off, and a jagged series of slashes reached from her vagina vertically up to her chest. Another jagged weapon, probably a branch from a nearby bush, had been used to violate and perforate both her vagina and her anus. Some stab wounds were an inch deep, and her throat was slit in two places, causing severe hemorhaging, the probable cause of death. Her hands were slashed from fighting off her assailiant.
Oddly, Heath called the police himself, giving the name Brooke and offering to help with the investigation. They matched him with descriptions of Heath from London, and invited him down to the police station where he was promptly detained for questioning in the Gardner murder. He gave a story about the evening he spent with Marshall, with the police playing along, until they were satisfied and told him they knew who he was.
The police found a wealth of evidence from the two women, handerchiefs and scarves, tickets and weapons stained with the blood of the victims. Although he was charged with both murders, he was only tried for one of them. The defense never put him on the stand because the arrogant braggart would run himself straight to the hangman. He pleaded insane, which was a longshot, considering his background.

 
It only took the jury an hour to return from their deliberations with a guilty verdict – for the Gardner murder, rather than the cold-blooded butchering of Marshall.
In a typically debonair gesture, Heath asked that the diaries containing his conquests be destroyed before he died, to save the reputation of those involved. No one was called to testify on his behalf, because Heath asked them not to.
No one knows what drove the petty criminal to murder in 1946, and the only known connection between the two was the influence of alcohol present at both occasions. He wrote two last letters to his mother, one regretting his unworthiness of her, and the other lamenting the dawn and asking her not to mourn for him. His last request was for a whiskey, then after a pause, he asked to make it a double.

Heath was hanged on 26 October, 1946.

Jeffery Dahmer:part 1

Posted: July 15, 2006 in JEFFERY DAHMER
 

 

 

Butt Naked!


Konerak was only fourteen and he was running for his life. This was his only chance to escape from the horrible smelling apartment where the creepy blond guy had slipped him some kind of powerful drug. It seemed that luck was with him that he started to come around just as the blond man had left the apartment.

It took all the strength he had to get up and get to the door. He was so disoriented and panicked that it made no difference that he was naked. This was his only chance to survive. He was working strictly on instinct. Just get out of there and run away.

It was just before 2 A.M. and Sandra Smith called 911 to report the boy running around "butt naked." She didn’t know who he was, but she knew he was injured and terrified.

The paramedics got there first and put a blanket around the naked, dazed boy. Two police officers arrived soon after and tried to understand what was going on with this young man of Asian descent.

Konerak Sinthasomphone

Neighbors Intervene


Sandra Smith, 18, and her cousin Nicole Childress, also 18, were standing near the boy when the Milwaukee city police arrived. The tall blond man was also standing near the boy. The conversation became heated between the girls, the blond man and the police.

The tall blond man told the police the Konerak was his 19-year-old lover who had been drinking too much. Konerak who was drugged and incoherent wasn’t able to contradict the smooth-talking blond man. Dahmer gave the police a picture ID.

The two young women tried to intervene. They had seen the terrified boy trying to resist the blond man before the police arrived. They were angry and upset. The police were ignoring them and listening to the white man instead.

Just to be on the safe side, the two officers went with the boy and the tall blond man to his apartment. The apartment smelled bad, but it was very neat. Konerak’s clothing was folded and placed on the sofa. There were a couple of photographs of Konerak in black bikini briefs.

Konerak sat quietly on the sofa unable to talk intelligently. It’s not even clear that he understood the calm explanation the blond man was giving the police. The blond man was apologizing that his lover had caused a disturbance and promised it wouldn’t happen again.

The police believed the blond man. They had no reason not to — he was well-spoken, intelligent and very calm. The Asian was apparently drunk and incoherent. The officers, not wanting to get in the middle of a domestic argument between homosexual lovers, left the apartment with Konerak still sitting quietly on the sofa. In that neighborhood, the officers felt that there were more pressing things for them to do.

The Body in the Bedroom


What they missed in the apartment bedroom was the body of Tony Hughes, whose decomposing corpse had lain for three days on the bed.

What they missed was the blond man immediately strangling the Asian boy and having sex with his corpse.

What they missed were the photos that the blond man took of the dead boy, the subsequent dismemberment of his body, and the cleaning up of his skull to be kept as a trophy.

 Serial Killer Jeffery Dahmer

What they missed was the opportunity to take the name of Jeffrey Dahmer off the ID that the man gave them and run a background check which would have told them than the calm, well-spoken man was a convicted child molester who was still on probation.

The story didn’t stop there. The two girls who the police ignored went back home to Sandra Smith’s mother, Glenda Cleveland, 36, the woman who lived next to the Oxford Apartments which Jeffrey Dahmer called home. Later, Cleveland called up the officers to find out what happened to the Asian boy. She asked how old the child was. "It wasn’t a child. It was an adult," the officer said.

When she continued to ask questions, he told her: "Ma’am, I can’t make it any more clear. It’s all taken care of. He’s with his boyfriend and in his boyfriend’s apartment…It’s as positive as I can be…I can’t do anything about somebody’s sexual preferences in life."

A couple of days later, Cleveland called the officers back after she read a newspaper article about the disappearance of a Laotian boy named Konerak Sinthasomphone who looked like the boy that had seen trying to escape from Jeff Dahmer. They never sent anybody to talk with her.

Cleveland even tried contacting the Milwaukee office of the FBI, but nothing came of it.

That is, until a couple of months later on Monday, July 22, 1991 when all hell broke loose

Exposed!


A couple of months later on July 22, 1991, two Milwaukee police officers were driving around in the very high crime area around Marquette University. The heat was oppressive and the humidity almost unbearable. The smell of the neighborhood was all the more pungent in the heat: the garbage on the streets, the urine and feces left by the homeless, the rancid stink of cooked grease.

Around midnight, as the two officers sat in their car, they saw a short, wiry black man with a handcuff dangling from his wrist. Assuming that this man had escaped from another policeman, they asked him what he was doing. The man started to pour out a tale about this "weird dude" who put the cuffs on him in his apartment. The man was Tracy Edwards.

Edwards’ story smacked of some homosexual encounter that normally the police would avoid, but the two policemen thought they ought to check out this man that had cuffed Edwards who lived at the Oxford Apartments at 924 North 25th Street. The door to Apartment 213 was opened by a nice looking thirty-one-year-old blond man.

Dahmer was very calm and rational. He offered to get the key to the handcuffs in the bedroom. Edwards remembered that the knife that Dahmer had threatened him with was also in the bedroom.

Once of the officers decided to go into the bedroom himself and take a look. He noticed photographs lying around that shocked him: dismembered human bodies, skulls in the refrigerator. When he collected his wits, he yelled to his partner to cuff Dahmer and place him under arrest.

The Head in the Fridge


The placid, rational blond man suddenly turned on them and fought as the other cop tried to cuff him. While the one officer subdued Dahmer, the other one went to the refrigerator and opened it. He shrieked loudly at the face that stared out at him and slammed the door. "There’s a f—king head in the refrigerator!"

A closer examination of the apartment revealed an intimate juxtaposition of the tidy and the unspeakable. While the small one-bedroom flat was neat and clean, especially for a bachelor, and his pet fish well cared for, the smell of decomposition was overwhelming.

The box of baking soda in the refrigerator hardly absorbed the odors of a decomposing severed head. The freezer had three more heads, stored neatly in plastic bags and tied with plastic twisties.

There was a door that led to the bedroom, bedroom closet and bath which had been outfitted with a dead-bolt lock. Anne E. Schwartz, the reporter who was first on the scene, describes what she saw in her book The Man Who Could Not Kill Enough: "…in the back of the closet was a metal stockpot that contained decomposed hands and a penis. On the shelf above the kettle were 2 skulls.

Also in the closet were containers of ethyl alcohol, chloroform, and formaldehyde, along with some glass jars holding male genitalia preserved in formaldehyde…Polaroid photos taken by Dahmer at various stages of his victims’ deaths. One showed a man’s head, with the flesh still intact, lying in a sink. Another displayed a victim cut open from the neck to the groin, like a deer gutted after the kill, the cuts so clean I could see the pelvic bone clearly." Some of the photos were his victims before he murdered them in various erotic and bondage poses.

The police, the county medical examiner, the media, families of missing young men, Jeff Dahmer’s family, the entire city of Milwaukee and the whole world tried to understand what had really happened in Apartment 213. Eventually the story began to tumble out.

Jefferys fridge is removed.

Jeffery assists 1 victim with yoga…

First Blood


The first person to plumb the depths of Jeffrey Dahmer’s depravity was Detective Patrick Kennedy. A huge bear of a man with dramatic handlebar mustache, he engaged Dahmer’s confidence and was the person to whom he confessed the details of his thirteen-year killing spree.

While Dahmer had fantasies about killing men and having sex with their corpses as early as age fourteen, he didn’t do anything about it until just after he graduated high school in June of 1978. He picked up a hitchhiker named Steven Hicks when he was living with his parents in the upscale community of Bath, Ohio. They had sex and drank beer, but then Hicks wanted to leave. Dahmer couldn’t stand the idea of Hicks leaving, so he struck him in the head with a barbell and killed him

 

 Steven Hicks,Jefferys first victim

He needed to get rid of the body so he cut it up, packaged it up in plastic garbage bags and buried the bags in the woods behind his house. That fall, he attended Ohio State University for a semester but flunked out. At the end of 1978, he left to join the Army and was stationed in Germany. Apparently he didn’t kill anyone when he was in the Army and this was corroborated by an exhaustive investigation by the German police. After a couple of years, the Army discharged him for alcoholism and he went to live in Florida before returning to Ohio. Once back home, he dug up Hick’s body, pounded the decomposing corpse with a sledgehammer and scattered the remains in the woods.

 

Lust, Booze & Murder


A few months after his arrest in October of 1981 for drunken and disorderly conduct, his father thought it best that Jeffrey go live with his grandmother in West Allis, Wisconsin. Things were calm for a few months until he dropped his trousers in the company of a group of people. He had apparently had a bit to drink. He kept things under control for another four years until he was again arrested in September of 1986 for masturbating in front of two boys. He was put on probation for a year.

He killed his second victim, Steven Toumi, in a hotel room in September of 1987. The two of them had been drinking heavily in one of the popular gay bars. Dahmer didn’t know how he killed him, but when he awoke, Toumi was dead and blood was on his mouth. He bought a large suitcase and stuffed the body inside. After he took Toumi’s corpse to his grandmother’s basement, he had sex with it, masturbated on it, dismembered it and threw it in the garbage.

 Steven Toumi

 

More Murders, More Arrests


He practiced this ritual on Richard Guerrero, a handsome young man of Mexican origin in late March of 1988. Dahmer said he met him a gay bar in Milwaukee, but the young man’s family disputed that their son was anything but heterosexual. By the summer of that year, Dahmer had killed four men. While Dahmer’s grandmother was completely ignorant of the awful things that were happening in her basement, she was fully aware of the noise and drunkenness of Jeff and his male friends. Something had to be done.

So, on September 25, 1988, Jeffrey moved into an apartment on North 24th Street in Milwaukee. The very next day, he got into serious trouble. He offered a thirteen-year-old Laotian boy $50 to pose for some pictures. He drugged the boy and fondled him, but did not get violent or have intercourse with him. By incredible coincidence, the boy’s last name was Sinthasomphone, the older brother of the boy that Dahmer would kill in May of 1991.

The boy’s parents realized there was something wrong with their child and took him to the hospital where it was confirmed that he had been drugged. The police picked up Dahmer at his job at the mixer of Ambrosia Chocolate. He was arrested for sexual exploitation of a child and second-degree sexual assault. On January 30, 1989, he pleaded guilty, although he claimed that he thought that the boy was much older than he was.

While Dahmer awaited sentencing and was living again at his grandmother’s house, he met a black homosexual named Anthony Sears, 24, at a gay bar. Like the others, he offered the aspiring black model some money to pose for photos. When they reached Dahmer’s grandmother’s house, Sears was drugged and strangled. Dahmer had sex with his corpse and then dismembered it.

Anne Schwartz describes what happened next: "…he kept the head and boiled it to remove the skin, later painting it gray, so that in case of discovery, the skull would look like a plastic model used by medical students. Dahmer saved the trophy for two years, until it was recovered from Apartment 213 on July 23, 1991. Later he explained that he masturbated in front of the skulls for gratification."

 

A True Psychopath

 

On May 23, 1989, Dahmer’s lawyer Gerald Boyle and Assistant D.A. Gale Shelton presented their arguments to Judge William Gardner. Shelton wanted a prison sentence of at least five years. "In my judgment it is absolutely crystal clear that the prognosis for treatment of Mr. Dahmer within the community is extremely bleak… His perception that what he did wrong here was choosing too young a victim, — and that that’s all he did wrong, — is a part of the problem… He appeared to be cooperative and receptive, but anything that goes below the surface indicates that the deep-seated anger and deep-seated psychological problems that he is unwilling or incapable of dealing with."

Three psychologists examined him and concurred that Dahmer was manipulative, resistant and evasive. Hospitalization and intensive treatment was recommended.

Boyle, the defense attorney argued that Dahmer was sick and needed treatment, not prison. He praised the fact that he had held a job. "We don’t have a multiple offender here. I believe that he was caught before it got to the point where it would have gotten worse, which means that it is a blessing in disguise."

Dahmer himself spoke in his own defense, blaming his behavior on alcoholism. He was articulate and convincing, for someone who had secretly murdered several men by that time. "What I have done is very serious. I’ve never been in this position before. Nothing this awful. This is a nightmare come true for me. If anything would shock me out of my past behavior patterns, it’s this.

"The one thing I have in my mind that is stable and that gives me some source of pride is my job. I’ve come very close to losing it because of my actions, which I take full responsibility for… All I can do is beg you, please spare my job. Please give me a chance to show that I can, that I can tread the straight and narrow and not get involved in any situation like this ever again… This enticing a child was the climax of my idiocy… I do want help. I do want to turn my life around."

A marvelous performance by a true psychopath! The judge fell for it, stayed his sentence, and put Dahmer on probation for five years. He was ordered to spend one year in the House of Correction under "work release," which allowed him to go to work during the day and return to the jail at night.

 

The Killing Binge


After ten months, the judge granted him early release despite a letter from Dahmer’s father urging him not to release him until he received treatment. He went to stay with his grandmother in early March of 1990, but his stay there was conditional upon him finding his own place to live.

On May 14, 1990, Dahmer moved to 924 North 25th Street, Apartment 213 and the killing began in earnest.

 

NEXT BLOG : JEFFERY DAHMER PART  2

 

 

Profiling and Investigative Analysis


You have a chapter in Dark Dreams called "Linkage Analysis."  What do you mean by that?

I’m referring to connecting two or more crimes through the offender’s behavior, not through forensics or witnesses.

Is that another term for signature analysis?

I don’t like the term "signature analysis." That implies that you are analyzing the signature, if one exists, and that’s not what’s taking place. I analyze crime behavior, seeking a signature to link the crimes. That’s why I prefer "linkage analysis."

How is it different from profiling?

Profiling involves the study of a crime and its behaviors in an attempt to arrive at an opinion about the characteristics and traits of an unidentified offender. In linkage analysis, you are analyzing the crimes and their behaviors in an attempt to link the crimes with a signature. Profiling was the original consultative task of the FBI Behavioral Science Unit of which I was a member for 16-and-a- half years. Now it is simply one of many consultative tasks.

The term "Criminal Investigative Analysis" has become the umbrella term for multiple consultative tasks in which I and others from the Unit have been involved. The behaviorally-related tasks, among others, include "profiling," "equivocal death analysis," "linkage analysis," "investigative strategies," "trial strategies," "interview strategies.”

Being one of the individuals who were there at the beginning of this approach to crime, I feel comfortable in developing new concepts and new ideas to match the time and the culture. There are a lot of people claiming to be "profilers" based on attending a two-day course, or reading articles. They tend to "make stuff up" as they go along. People interested in what we developed should be certain that their mentors are well grounded in the field through research and publications.

Well, thank you Roy for an interesting interview.

My pleasure, and I hope your readers will find Dark Dreams to be informative as well as interesting.